Honest and Brave

I don't know anything.

My mind twirls and spins

drastically.

I feel the world moving around me,

beside me,

within me.

But I'm still here.

I haven't moved. 

I haven't looked at the mess.

The Chaos.

The heartbreak.

But I must look up.

For I feel a glooming

shadow taking over

me.

I feel it possessing me

with a haunting gaze.

So I must be Honest.

I must be Brave.

But where are Honest

and Brave?

Author's Note

High school is definitely kicking my arse.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Nice poem, obviously written from the center of the universe.

[PandaPeaceful]

Haven't been here in a while. And yes, definitely from the center of the universe.